His eyes were crazy as he smashed into the cemetery gate.
Hundreds of Sparrows : Mathew Foster
The memory fails. Things I said, things I swiped. You are worth hundreds of sparrows.
Teddy Roosevelt was our Scottish Highland Cattle of a President.
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“You are rising from the graveyard at midnight. Can you move your bones slowly into different shapes as you rise?”
Obliterated, you know me by my shadow.
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Even tonight
A night when I’m waiting for an earthquake
or a knock on the door
or a punch in the face
I can walk about my kingdom
sovereign
and alone
and maybe the earth will tremble.
Evangelize The Sinner
